*Fortuna was ruled by a creepy cult that thought their father was a god.*

Needing it ain't the same as being ready for it. And yeah, he did need it, but when's life ever that simple? The kid's a better person than I was at that age, but he's still a bratty punk.

And bullshit about you not havin' anything to teach him. For one thing, take away his sword and he fights like a dumb thug. He's got shit for temper control, thinks with his fists and he's got a hell of a lot to learn about what it means to be a descendant of Sparda. The kid suckerpunched me to let me know he was an opponent, and that ain't how a member of this family should act.

Even if you ain't got your own head on straight enough to give him lessons on philosophical shit, there's plenty I know he could learn from you.